Your prodigal son has left again to exorcise some demons.
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As an actor, you want to keep your demons to some extent, but you also have to exorcise them so you can use them instead of them using you.
quote by Skeet Ulrich
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Paint Brush
We forget
We’re humans in disguise
We lust for angels
We lust for demons
We cannot exorcise the human inside.
We paint a layer of lies
No water can wash it off
Human doesn’t let paint spread
In the end humans peel paint off.
Some are left buried
With paint left unpeeled
The paint dries away
But human never dehydrates.
We may paint on thorns,
But flowers we remain inside.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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The beloved and the wife
I aimed at a fruit.
Some one had got it.
I was in pain, not in anger.
I shall wait to have it
If and when it is left over,
Or given by bits.
On the other hand,
I had a fruit.
Someone stealthily bit.
I threw away,
Not with pain, but with anger.
Not to have anymore,
If returned as reformed.
Why are two standards-
Prodigal beloved and prodigal wife?
Claim of ownership is the cause
25.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This 'n' That
Sometimes, I think about this ‘n’ that,
resurrecting damaged memories,
just to torture my soul.
Sometimes, when lying in bed,
I think about this ‘n’ that,
I doze off to unconsciousness.
Sometimes, this ‘n’ that gets to me,
disemboweling my being,
a cruel unusual punishment.
Sometimes, this ‘n’ that
awakens my demons,
painstakingly I exorcise my fallen angels.
Sometimes, I think about this ‘n’ that,
especially things that don’t matter anymore,
to torture my soul.
Copyright © George Ross 2011
poem by Geordie Ross
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My Saints...now My Demons.
Saints turned to demons
Purity stained with grit
A heart yelling for deliverance
Muffled by a mind calling for vengeance
Knowledge was silenced by blind rage.
World turned up side down
Faith clung to for hearts grown weak
Minds cracked under pressure
Faith was all they had left in the
Revolting days and flighty nights.
Hung and crushed
By their faith in others
And saved by their faith in
Night’s lonesome powers
Delivered to their heavenly home
By their faith.
Hope was known
To be no good on this test
This was life or death.
This test turned my saints to demons
And demons into saints
The test
The test was vengeance, integrity,
And though there could have been reason
Was based out of lunacy.
Saints left this world
bludgeoned and blood,
Demons left pure and with a halo.
poem by Chantel Weston
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The Man Without a Name
Deep within the chasm,
Lives the man without a name -
He’s come to represent
The secrets hidden in -
And so we, do we castigate
Those things not understood,
In culture and in worship,
In ideals and shades of skin
This society
Is it not hypocrisy
To cast as demons, if but only for
Subjective sin and character
Unlike our own -
If only I could exorcise
My coded prejudice, my DNA,
And pave a plane of equity
For our homogenous affinity -
And I would be the first
To grasp your outstretched hand, my friend,
To seal the man without a name -
To heal the man within.
poem by Kelly Vinal
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invincible Love
You attract me like no other
The black hole to my sun
You captivate me like nothing else
The way you smile could put angels to shame
The way you laugh could put singers to shame
If you gave me a chance you'd realize
That I am perfect for you
In every possible way
I smile when you smile
Cry when you cry
Laugh because you laugh
Hurt when you're hurt
I would make you happy
No nightmares would corrupt your dreams
For I'd sleep next to you all night
No ailments would wrack your body
For I would keep you safe and warm
No demons could invade you
For I'd protect you from all harm
None could ever hurt you
For I would be there
To catch you when you fall
To mend your broken heart
To wipe your falling tears
To push you off the road
I would never hurt from these
For the only one who could hurt me is you
If you forsook me
I would jump in front of a bus for you
But I would that you'd be there to mend me
I would take your demons
If you would exorcise me
I would wipe your tears
If you would wipe mine
I would mend your heart
If you won't break mine
Truly, I say to you
I am invincible
With you at my side
As are you
With me
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Virgin Killer
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Cry like you feel,
Try like you feel, feel it ...!
Try to escape,
Cry to escape, escape it ...!
Its so hard to run away
Hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Death on the screen,
Sadistic magazines, watch out
Suicides evryday,
Political ways, get it
Well, you cant find new ways ...
But hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Garbage in the streams,
A-bombs in your dreams, look out
Sharks in the pictures,
Exorcist prescriptions, forget it
Try to get away from that,
Cos hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
song performed by by Scorpions
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Prodigal Blues
Riding my life
Like a run-a-way train
Moving from
One track to that
Howling, crying,
Screaming at the moon
Only my voice came back
Only the echo came back
When I was a boy
Daddy told me
Grow tall
Yes and billy dont crawl
Taught me how to ride
Set me out on my own
And I never came back
And yes Id do it again
Oh wouldnt you
Yeah Id do it again
A-huh oh yeah
Do it again
Baby
Wouldnt you?
Remember
When I lied
Just when you
Needed me
Now I sit
Alone and cry
Cos now I believe in mercy
Remember when I lied
Just when you needed me baby
I believe in mercy
Riding, walking
Looking so cool
Guess I crossed
Over the borderline
Treated like a dunce
Who just cant read
Did I fool me too?
And yes Id do it again
Oh wouldnt you
Yes Id do it again
Aha yeah Id do it again
Baby
Wouldnt you
Remember
When I lied
Just when you
Needed me
Now I sit
Alone and cry
Cos now I believe in mercy
Remember when I lied
Now that you
Needed me
Yes I believe in mercy
I said come here
Look into my face
And hear into my heart
Hesitation
Could re-arrange
The other side
To your love
Take hold now baby
And take
What other
Lovers have not
Times is changing
Will they re-arrange
The other side to your love
No-woah woah woah
Yeah
Wooooo
(come home
Here he is impatient one
Come home
Come home
Tell the story)
Come home
Here he is
The impatient one
Come home
To claim a glory
Prodigal son
Come home
Prodigal bum
Come home
Prodigal son
Prodigal son
Come home
To claim a glory
Prodigal son
Come home
Prodigal son
Come home
Prodigal bum
Here he comes
Yeah that prodigal son
Ooooh
Hes the one
To tell his story
Cmon to tell his story
Tell his story
To claim his glory
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Angels Masquerading
When one lives in a den of demons,
Why is there an expectation...
To hear angelic voices?
Or believe those limping from wounds,
Are preparing for marathon races.
Once a healing begins,
And the demons have been identified...
Why are there those who still lie to themselves,
That the ones baring their fangs,
And wearing sheepskin in disguise...
Are really angels masquerading their lives?
A den of demons...
IS,
A den of demons!
Whether visiting or observing.
Or condoning it...
As a place to call home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Benediction
I stirred, moaning turned on my side, feeling a bit wane
Someone knocked… oh; it was rain at my windowpane.
My eyes drifted languorously to clock in the night light.
Still haunted by the demons, that tormented me all night.
Soon rain withdrew, clouds departed, watched blue sky
Getting into my jogging gear, I felt a surge of energy.
Went to banks of Yamuna, to watch it sparkle at Sun rise
Did droplets drip from Neem tree as benediction to exorcise….
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Demons
DEMONS, sound like diamonds
or the almonds
you ask to be free from demons
these demons that mess
your life
oh aldo, summon me
to fly to you
i am an angel from the east
where the sun always shines and feasts
(canned laughter follows)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Path of a Gambler
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
a few more pounds to add to his loot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
A father has lost his son to a single action;
when he craved to add to the tempting fruit,
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
His gambler's heart soon became a beacon;
racing, waiting for a spotter's toot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
This one risk is only but a fraction
of the goal which he was to pursuit.
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
When his hands started to feel the burden,
one that he had been too blind to compute,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
When his bets were lost, he heard a beckon,
he sought to close the the tribute.
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
poem by Michael Roysdon
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The Coldest Night
He could feel the secrets
She was hiding deep inside
Tell me of the nightmares
You have to fight
Rain of ice was fallin'
From the black clouds in her eyes
Demons on my mind
You can't exorcise
It's the coldest night
When I will wake you
If you follow me I'll take you
To the weird obsessions
In my soul
It's the coldest night
When I will let you
Look inside my hell - so that you
Feel the pain that noone
Can console
If you ask a liar
He will leave the truth behind
Looking into fire
Can make you blind
Tortured by the unknown
Couldn't love her anymore
And he heard her cry
Just as he closed the door
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Big Joe
Once by a star a beautiful bouncy baby was born
The blooming fields were full of the finest corn
Little Joe was a longed for heir in a noble line
The village celebrated and blessed him in wine
Chorus:
A prodigal son entered their life
A perfect future with no strife…
Time will tell he grew up a very handsome man
Succeeded in all and always with a perfect plan
Little Joe got only A’s in his expensive school
His mother adored her most precious jewel
Chorus:
A prodigal intelligent famous son
Life for him was always fun…
Times went by and Joe had to go to the City
His father’s pride but mum thought a pity
He ended up a notorious lover and flirt
Joe enjoyed the limelight and all the dirt
Chorus:
The most perfect prodigal son
Now his life all went wrong…
Some say it was too much whiskey and cocaine
No one really knows what went to his brain
Big Joe as he now was called in the town
He lost all senses and birthright crown
The prodigal son turned a cheat
Now all alone on the street…
poem by Isabel Lavender
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Demons And Angels
He swore it was over and all in his past
A few hours later his hand's 'round a glass
A voice on the left says,
"There's peace in the wine"
From the right a voice whispers,
"Don't do it this time"
When he looks for the answer
down in his heart
Demons and angels tear him apart
She calls his name softly
as she lies in their bed
Listens for footsteps and prays for the best
She knows that he loves her
knows that he tries
But if he comes home drinking
she'll leave him tonight
She waits for the answer and
cries in the dark
while demons and angels tear him apart
For so long they've fought for his soul
The whisky and the woman at home
And they all know he must choose
the winner alone
There's not much that's sweeter
than a new life begun
Ain't much that's sadder
than a promise undone
He stares at the bottle,
longs for her arms
while demons and angels tear him apart
When he looks for the answer down in his heart
there's demons and angels that tear him apart
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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The Dead Parents And The Prodigal Sons
at this point
of their lives the stingy parents
now dead
shall have no regrets
for then their time shall come
to squander
what was saved: land and jewelries
and whatever
shall be thrown away like garbage
for the pigs,
sometimes one asks
if the prodigal sons are prodigal
because when they
were young
they were deprived of what
is due
kids who were not allowed to play
stored in the room
like some stuffed toys.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wildest Dreams
I'm gonna organize some changes in my life
I'm gonna exorcise the demons of my past
I'm gonna take the car and hit the open road
I'm feeling ready to just open up and go
And I just feel I can be anything
That all I might ever wish to be
and fantasize just what I want to be
Make my wildest dreams come true
I'm on my way
Out on my own again
I'm on my way
Out on the road again
When I remember back to how that things just used to be
And I was stuck inside a shroud of misery
I felt I'd disappeared so deep inside myself
I couldn't find a way to break away the hell
When I'm feeling down and low
I vow I'll never be the same again
I just remember what I am
And visualize just what I'm gonna be
I'm on my way
Out on my own again
I'm on my way
Out on the road again
I'm on my way
Out on my own again
I'm on my way
I'm gonna breakaway
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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